Prose Poem № 127023
Between the Edges
What a wonder this world, this place is;
To feel so microscopically small, but so infinitely large,
all within one fleeting second.
What a wonder these emotions, my soul is;
To feel so gloriously at home, but so helplessly lost,
all within one fleeting second.
And what a wonder my love, my life is,
To be so luminously beautiful, but so hopelessly vile,
all within a single fleeting,
loving, hateing,
wonderful, wrenching,
second.
6 comments
I tend to use this type of dissonance too much in what I write about love.
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